and then suddenly after the stretched out years of fear of confusion of nervous stomach churning hands shaking, when you can stop. you can look around. and you know, you are not to blame. and you can look into that sea blue, and smile. anon.
CW: mental health, suicide We are the silent ones. Moving underneath society like sewer rats, afraid of setting foot on the surface just in case we are caught. We see the world how others may not see it, from underneath in the dark. We dare not speak, scuttling aroundhopelessly, trying not to take up room. We hide… Continue reading The Voices You’ll Never Hear
there are flowers sewn deep into the fabric of a fluffy spread duvet, scented like vanilla and soft skin. pillows holding close in their down the words said in sleepiness, promises disguised as dreams. that voice of quiet determination trapped in these four walls, ivory smooth under my finger tips, laughter hidden in the mattress.… Continue reading at the end of the bed
To not vote, To not care, Is a privilege afforded to those fortunate enough to always be safe, To be warm, With a full stomach, Good health, And a network of comfortable companions. Use yours, For those who died for it, And for those who are dying for things to change. Imy Brighty-Potts
This piece was written at the start of the academic year, and as stress and graduation fears loom, I thought I would share it with you all. Earth Wind and Fire Green Day Frank Sinatra Carole King A song about the month Where everything Begins Again. From 4 to 18 The month brings Orange leaves… Continue reading september
